A Drunken Encounter

A story from the Word Game: Drunk, College, Bro - H

All characters are 18+

“I’m so fucked, bro” Jordan belched, crunching the beer can in his large hand, “I think I need to go back to the dorm”.

That much was clear. We’d been drinking for hours, and he wasn’t the only one that was fucked. We said our goodbyes and left the frat house, the walk back to the dorm was thankfully quite short, because Jordan had decided that my shoulders were the best place to lean all his weight.

“You’re a good guy, you know that Dylan?” He slurred, “a really fucking good guy”.

“You’re a good guy, too, Jordan” I mumbled back as we staggered into the building.

I’ve no idea how we managed to get up the many sets of stairs, but when we finally reached our dorm, Jordan fell onto his bed and groaned into his pillow and I began dragging my clothes off until I stood in only my boxer briefs.

We were both on the football team, so both of us had decent bodies, but Jordan was slightly more ripped than I was.

“Bro?”

“Yeah?”

“I’ve never told you this, but I think about fucking your ass pretty much every day”.

“Shut up you idiot” I scoffed, but Jordan turned around now, staring at me with one eye open.

“I’m serious” he said, “I wanna fuck you”.

I waved my hand at him. He had always been a joker.

“Bro, I’m not playing, I want to fuck your ass”.

“Alright man” I sighed, throwing myself face down on my bed, “whatever you say”.

I was exhausted, mostly due to the ridiculous amount of alcohol that I’d consumed, but the bed felt nice under me, and I closed my eyes, ready to drift off.

“This is how serious I am”

Jordan’s voice caused me to stir. He was standing right beside me, and when I opened my eyes, they landed on a decent sized cock which hung from the waistband of his underwear.

“Get that shit away from me” I laughed, swatting at it, but Jordan simply stepped back and dropped his boxer briefs to his ankles.

I’d seen him naked countless times, but his dick was slowly rising as he stared down at me.

“So what do you say?” He asked, and once again I scoffed.

“Knock yourself out, bro” I mumbled, and nuzzled my head into the pillow.

I expected him to return to bed and laugh, or just go asleep, but when I felt his hands on my waist, I jumped.

“What are you doing?” I snapped, leaning up and staring back at him.

“Fucking you” he mumbled, and dragged the back of my underwear down, revealing my plump ass.

“The fuck you are!” I snapped, and pulled them back up.

“You said I could!” He pressed, grabbing them again.

“Because I thought you were joking!”

The two of us glared at each other for a moment, before something switched in my brain. Perhaps it was the beer, or maybe I’d always been a little curious, but the way in which my naked roommate was staring at me, made me feel funny.

“Does it hurt?” I asked seriously, the waves of intoxication washing over me with each beat of my heart.

“How the fuck would I know?” He sniggered, “I’m not gay or anything”.

“Then why the fuck do you want to fuck me?”

I was sure that if both of us were sober, this conversation would never have started in the first place, but I was somewhat thankful for it.

“I don’t know” he shrugged, pulling his cock away from his body mindlessly, “you have a nice ass”.

I regarded him with my eyes for a moment, and realised that my own cock was beginning to stir beneath me.

“Have you got lube?” I asked and he nodded.

Would I regret this in the morning? Almost definitely. But did I care in that moment? Not at all.

“Alright fine, but if it hurts you better stop”.

Jordan nodded and hiccuped before returning to his locker and pulling out a bottle. When he walked back over, his cock had grown another inch or two and was sticking out from his muscular body.

“That’s big” I gulped and he wiggled it with his hand and grinned.

I put my head back into the pillow, not quite sure if I was going insane for letting him do this, and felt my underwear being tugged down my legs.

“Yeah that’s a hot ass” he smirked, grasping both cheeks and prying them apart.

I grunted slightly as the cool liquid slid down my asshole. I was definitely going insane.

“Alright if you want me to stop just say parachute” he told me, and jammed a finger in my hole.

“PARACHUTE! Fuck!” I yelped, dragging myself up the bed, “what the fuck was that?!”

“My finger!” He barked back, “I was fingering you dipshit!”

“Jesus fuck! You’ve got to warn me, Jordan. Fuck”.

He grasped my waist and dragged me back down before pushing his finger against me once more.

“I’m going to shove my finger up your ass, Dylan” he told me, and without another word, punched into my virginal hole once more.

I squirmed and winced as he began exploring my insides, but I couldn’t deny that once the burning died down, it actually felt quite nice.

“Why can’t I just say stop?” I asked him as he reached a particularly sensitive part that made me tense up.

“I don’t know” he said, sliding back out and returning with a second finger, “it’s like a sex rule”.

“A sex rule?” I groaned as my sphincter spread further over his two wet fingers.

“Yeah”.

It took a few minutes of slow rhythmic finger fucking before my ass began to loosen around his knuckles. I could feel the fabric encasing my cock become damp with pre-cum and I mewled into the pillow until Jordan pulled them out and positioned himself behind me.

“Are you ready?” He asked, “I’m gonna fuck you now”.

“Fine” I mumbled, and now I was very thankful for the drunkenness that I was experiencing.

Jordan pushed his wet helmet against my aching hole and leaned his hand on my back. “Now don’t go screaming your brains out” he told me, “it only hurts for a second”.

“I thought you said you didn’t know” I growled, but a moment later I gasped painfully.

Jordan drove his cock an inch or two into my ass, and the pain made me whimper.

“Fuck!” I hissed, “that fucking hurts like shit!”

“Stop being a bitch” he said, using both of his hands to hold me in place, “it’ll feel better in a moment”.

I squirmed beneath the muscular footballer as he fed more and more of his pole into my burning ring. Each movement made me wince, but after a few minutes, I realised he was right. The pain was replaced by a warm pleasure, and suddenly I was being fucked.

“This is gay as fuck” I moaned, as Jordan slid out and back in quickly and repeatedly.

“It’s only gay if you cum” he said seriously, but that was a very real possibility.

Whatever was happening in my ass was making my cock swell beneath me. I grabbed the pillow, biting into it as my hole was invaded, and Jordan’s pace quickened.

I don’t know how long it lasted for, but my entire body was slick with sweat, and I could feel Jordan’s drip onto me from above.

“I’m gonna cum!” He announced, his balls crashing against my ass.

“So am I!” I whimpered.

He sped up. His fingers squeezed the tender flesh of my waist, and a few moments later he gasped.

I felt his cock expand in my hole, and I knew that his cum was spurting into my rectum. It felt so wrong, yet my own cock was also squirting cum into my bedsheets.

I moaned out as the orgasm washed over me, and Jordan continued slamming into my ass until his dick went limp inside me, and slipped out with a wet squelch.

We both remained in place for a moment, breathless and sweating, until finally the large footballer got off me and stood next to the bed, soft and dripping onto the floor.

“I knew you’d be a good fuck” he nodded, wiping his brow, “but I didn’t think you’d be that good”.

I looked up at him and laughed.

“We’re gonna regret this tomorrow” I told him as a wad of cum began spilling from my sloppy hole.

“I won’t” he said, and as he walked naked back to his bed, I knew in my heart that I wouldn’t either.